January 2011
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An excess of childhood is the germ of a poem.
– Bachelard
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So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.
– Bachelard
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(Rare) Dalida - 1974 Parole Parole
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdRElky_9-I&feature=related
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The cage
In the waking night The forests have stopped growing The shells are listening The shadows in the pools turn grey The pearls dissolve in the shadow And I return to you Your face is marked upon the clockface, My hands are beneath your hair And if the time you mark sets free the birds And if they fly away towards the forest The hour will no longer be ours Ours is the ornate birdcage The brimming cup...
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« Toute la force du temps se condense dans l’instant novateur où la vue se...
– Bachelard
L’Intuition de l’instant
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